Message from @Estraven
Discord ID: 342896247180623872
seems like a interesting place
so
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Well then.
We must copulate to complete the circle.
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Everyone, a giant-ass orgy for the homophobes in the room.
what does copulate mean?
Hella hella naw naw.
Copulation.
SEX
Sodomy is a crime against nature.
oh
Being het is a crime against humanity.
Death to the hets.
:v
het?
Hetman?
colon vee
Lust in all it's forms besides that to procreate is just wrong
Right and wrong are fucked in the head.
While we are all sinnful fucks
A limitation!
Free yourself from your demented slave morality.
If you put it in the butt Jesus doesn't see it
I like this place for sure
Hey, if the balls don't touch, it ain't gay.
if you say no homo its fine
TODAY it seems to me providential that Fate should have chosen Braunau on the Inn as my birthplace. For this little town lies on the boundary between two German states which we of the younger generation at least have made it our life work to reunite by every means at our disposal.
German-Austria must return to the great German mother country, and not because of any economic considerations. No, and again no: even if such a union were unimportant from an economic point of view; yes, even if it were harmful, it must nevertheless take place. One blood demands one Reich. Never will the German nation possess the moral right to engage in colonial politics until, at least, it embraces its own sons within a single state. Only when the Reich borders include the very last German, but can no longer guarantee his daily bread, will the moral right to acquire foreign soil arise from the distress of our own people. Their sword will become our plow, and from the tears of war the daily bread of future generations will grow. And so this little city on the border seems to me the symbol of a great mission. And in another respect as well, it looms as an admonition to the present day. More than a hundred years ago, this insignificant place had the distinction of being immortalized in the annals at least of German history, for it was the scene of a tragic catastrophe which gripped the entire German nation. At the time of our fatherland's deepest humiliation, Johannes Palm of Nuremberg, burgher, bookseller, uncompromising nationalist and French hater, died there for the Germany which he loved so passionately even in her misfortune. He had stubbornly refused to denounce his accomplices who were in fact his superiors. In thus he resembled Leo Schlageter. And like him, he was denounced to the French by a representative of his government An Augsburg police chief won this unenviable fame, thus furnishing an example for our modern German officials in Herr Severing's Reich.
so
Hi.
How have you been, Thornie?
I have found a slogan for my Paramilitary
Hi
bad
D:
That's sad to hear.